NIKKI MAXWELL: THE MAKING OF A POP PRINCESS! EPISODE #2
THURSDAY, MARCH 13
I’ve been DYING to know what Brandon wanted to ask me. Almost a week had gone by and he still hadn’t mentioned it. Until TODAY!
In bio, he asked me to meet him at Fuzzy Friends after school tomorrow so we could talk. Even though I have a lot of stuff to do, I agreed. Then he smiled at me and blushed. And of course I smiled back at him and blushed. It was SO sweet!
Just like at the Sweetheart Dance! Um . . . did I ever mention that something happened that night at the dance?! No?
OMG! Everything was SO romantic. Just . . . PERFECT! It was just like a Disney movie. You know, when the handsome prince is about to kiss the beautiful princess. SQUEEEEEEE !!
As we dreamily gazed into each other’s eyes, a giant magnet seemed to be pulling us together! Closer, and closer, and closer. Until . . .
MacKenzie just came out of . . . nowhere!
Well, actually, that’s NOT true.
Right before Brandon and I were so rudely interrupted, I smelled the foulest, FUNKIEST stench on the planet!!
And no! It was NOT Brandon’s breath!
It was the aroma of 100% pure, grade-A Dumpster juice!
“STOP!! WHERE’S MY PRESENT?!” screeched a furious MacKenzie.
Her face was grimy, her hair was greasy, and her dress was covered in dark green slime!
“I’ve been digging around in that Dumpster for an hour. And my necklace is NOT in there! WHY did you LIE to me?!! Do I look STUPID to you?!”
“Well . . . ,” I said, staring at the dirty toilet paper hanging around her neck like a feather boa and the banana peel sliding down her forehead. “Um . . . are you SURE you want me to answer that question?”
“Shut up, Maxwell! LOOK what you did to me!” she screamed. “THIS is a designer gown identical to the one created for Taylor Swift. Now it’s RUINED!”
I just rolled my eyes at that girl. Puh-lease! Can you say #RichGirlProblems?
That’s when MacKenzie completely lost it!!
“I HATE you, Nikki Maxwell! I’m so angry . . . I could just . . . AAARRRGGGHHH!!!” she shrieked, and balled her fists.
Then she got all up in my face. “You might’ve won this battle, but the war is FAR from over!”
Then she attempted to sashay away on her broken platform heel, but it was more of a hobble, like click, THUNK, click, THUNK, click, THUNK!
Thank goodness she took that horrific smell with her.
OMG! Brandon and I were SO close to our first kiss!
If only MacKenzie hadn’t barged in and interrupted us like that !!
Unfortunately, the romantic mood quickly dissipated. But that Dumpster stench lingered on and on.
After the dance was over, Brandon walked me outside to the car. He told me he’d had a really great time. Then he said good-bye.
But one day our first kiss is REALLY going to happen. I just know it!
SQUEEE!!
!!
FRIDAY, MARCH 14
Today the camera crew filmed me practicing with my voice coach at the recording studio. At first I was really nervous about singing on camera. But after a while I hardly noticed them.
I’m already feeling tired, and next week is going to be even MORE hectic.
I have voice lessons daily, and filming three to four times a week. And the recording sessions start next Monday from 7:00 p.m. to 8:30 p.m., Monday through Friday.
And as if all of that isn’t enough, Trevor Chase just asked Chloe, Zoey, and me to hold auditions for additional studio backup singers on Monday and Wednesday after school.
We also have a conference call with him next week to discuss adding a choreographer to our team, since we’ll be opening for the Bad Boyz.
But the hardest thing so far has been trying to keep up with my classroom work AND get all of my homework done on time.
I’ve decided to go to bed an hour later at night and get up an hour earlier in the morning to make time to finish up my homework. Oh, crud! I just remembered I have a math quiz next week and I haven’t even started studying for it yet.
I guess that means I should probably go to bed TWO hours later at night and get up TWO hours earlier in the morning.
To add to all of this craziness, I totally forgot I was supposed to meet Brandon after school today at Fuzzy Friends!
Lucky for me, the recording studio is only about four blocks from Fuzzy Friends. So I took off running like I was doing a marathon or something.
Just as I was approaching the building, Brandon was getting ready to lock up and leave. . . .